'O Sun, O Goddess
O great Dawn Above
Please bless me with Your warmth this day
And for all sweet days to come
Amen.'
As Twilight finishes her morning prayer, she hears a knock upon the door to her quarters.
"Yes, what is it?" she calls, turning to look just as the door swings open, revealing an armored guard.
"Court Mage Twilight Sparkle, your presence is needed in the most holy of chambers. The Holy Sun has requested your swift arrival." The guard announces, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He then steps aside, clearing her passage to the hall.
The Sun. The Sun Herself is summoning....Twilight Sparkle. Court Mage. Me?! Twilight can't believe her ears. The Holy Sun wants to see her, and not even in the grand cathedral or the throne room - but in Her private chambers?!
"Swiftly, ma'am." The guard says, glaring at the panic-stricken mare.
"Yes! Of course, I'm coming, I'll be there right away! She wants to see me!" Twilight squeaks, trotting past the guard with wide eyes and a tight, uncomfortable smile. The massive windows of the hall bathe her in the fresh dawn-light, but for the first time, Twilight does not take a moment to appreciate it's beauty. She is needed! Swiftly!
She half-trots, half canters through the halls of the castle, quickly buzzing past all of the guards, nobles, and court members she sees. She passes through the throne room, and back behind the throne - she enters the Grand Cathedral, a place she has only entered once before. Exactly a week ago, when she was welcomed into the castle as a member of the Holy Court. That was the first time she had laid eyes on the Sun, and oh what a blessing that was. Most ponies would go their whole lives having only seen statues of Her Glory. As Twilight ascends the stairs at the back of the Grand Cathedral, spiraling upward into the tallest tower of the castle, she can't help but wonder -
What in the world did she do? Why is she being summoned to a private meeting with the Goddess Herself? Is it going to be private? Will they be alone? Is she going to be executed? Is this -
She stops suddenly, having nearly walked into the door at the top of the stairs. Massive, marble, and adorned with a blazing sun - it's exactly what she would have expected it to look like, if she had ever expected to see it at all. She stares at it a moment, before the words ring through her head again. Swiftly! She knocks before she can overthink herself into another hole.
In the door swings, covered in the faint golden glow of magic, and it reveals the most beautiful room Twilight has ever seen.
The stark white floor is glowing in the dawn sunlight coming down through the domed glass ceiling, landing on massive hanging planters with flowers of every color imaginable. A bed, easily sized to fit twenty grown stallions, sits in the middle of the room directly across from Twilight.
And on that bed, upon its pristine yellow silken sheets, lies Her. The Sun.
Twilight bows, immediately, upon seeing Her. A deep bow, her horn pressed to the floor as a show of her reverence. "Stand, and enter." The voice of the Goddess commands, and Twilight obliges. Her voice is sweet, motherly in a way Twilight did not expect - gentle. As Twilight walks slowly into the massive bedroom, she hears the door slide closed behind her. She walks a few steps into the room and stops, eyes still trained downward. She dare not look at the Goddess...
"Twilight Sparkle, approach and lift thine gaze."
...Except upon command, and now she must look at the Goddess. Will this burn her eyes, like looking at the glow of the Sun? She walks until she is standing just an inch away from those silken yellow sheets, and then she looks up, using all of her effort not to immediately look away again.
But the longer she looks, the more Twilight realizes that she may have difficulty tearing her eyes away. This is the most beautiful mare she has ever seen in her life. Pure mana flows from Her body in a swirl of pastel rainbow colors, forming the most ethereal mane and pooling beneath Her as her tail. Her pristine white fur, the massive size of Her...This is truly a Goddess.
The Sun smiles when She meets Twilight's eyes. "Perfect. Thank you for coming, Twilight Sparkle, my court mage. It is nice to see you again." She says, Her voice like golden honey, like being wrapped in warm blankets, like being given a hug - hold on no, Twilight is actually being picked up right now, covered in the warmth of the Sun's golden magic. She squeaks as she is levitated, and placed upon the bed just beside the Goddess.
"Yes...You caught my interest greatly, first by your show of magical prowess at your graduation, and then at your ceremony of blessing. You are pure, and pious - and there is something about you I just can't get off my mind." the Sun says, reaching out one massive white hoof to caress Twilight's cheek.
The Goddess is touching her. Twilight's brain ceases to be a functional organ.
A second hoof joins the first, brushing down Twilight's mane as the first hoof rubs along her ear. "Yes, I'd like to get to know you more..." She say's, Her hooves coming to rest on both of Twilight's cheeks, pulling her to meet Her gaze. "Intimately."
This cannot be happening. This cannot be real. Twilight blinks rapidly, attempting to wake herself up to no avail.
"Would you like that, my court mage? Would you keep this little secret with me?" The Sun lessens Her hold on Twilight's face, giving her the room to shake her head. Stopping is...an option, apparently. Twilight doesn't know what to think. She doesn't expect the Goddess to treat her cruelly, but to care about the wants of one individual mortal seems strange. Twilight is beneath Her, smaller and weaker than Her in every way - it is being presented to her, but is refusal actually an option?
Twilight nods, and sees the Sun's smile return. Her happy face is radiant, like the rays of Her glorious Sun. She gets closer, and suddenly, their lips touch. Twilight has only kissed once before - a late night mistake with somepony from her school - and this is nothing like that. The feeling of raw power emanating from the Sun is electrical, and fills Twilight's lungs with charge, like the moment just before the lighting. Her lips are soft and perfect - everything about Her is immaculate - and Twilight tries desperately not to drown in the feeling.
The Goddess shifts them, cradling Twilight to Her chest as She rolls, now pinning Twilight to the bed. She rises up on Her forelegs, and Twilight stares up in awe at the majestic spread of Her wings, feeling so impossibly small.
"You pray to me every morning, Twilight Sparkle. But this morning, you will pray directly to my ears. And your prayers will be answered with bliss unimaginable." Down She slides, and for a moment, Twilight believes she is being released, sent away - but no. The Sun simple settles lower down on the Bed, her face dangerously close to Twilight's private spots. She is pure, she has kept herself pure for her Goddess - she has not indulged any of her late night desired for stallions or mares, has not given into sin even once.
Is this a sin? Can the Goddess Herself sin? Twilight supposes not. This must be Holy.
The Holy Sun opens her mouth, and Twilight feels the heat of the Sun's Rays upon her. And then she feels hot, moist bliss overtake her. Bliss Unimaginable.
She throws her head back against the sheets, a startled moan escaping her lips. "O, Goddess..." She moans low, feeling the wide tongue of Her Goddess press into the sensitive spot at the top of her privates. Her clit. She supposes its absurd to blush at the words now, The Sun Herself is down there doing the most unholy of things to her...
But She is Holy, and nothing from her immaculate self could be anything but Perfect and Pure. Pure Bliss overwhelms Twilight, shooting sparks up her spine and down her legs. "O, Goddess!" She cries out, overwhelmed by the sensation. She's never felt anything like this before. Touching herself is a sin, she's been told - but this pleasure is sacred.
Twilight's eyes tear open as something inside of her breaks, and as wave after wave of impossible bliss crash over her, her eyes meet with the glowing fire of the Sun through the domed glass. "Oh please, please, O Holy Sun, please!" Twilight screams, her legs clenching around the face of the Sun. Her hips buck, her muscles spasm, and the holiest of fire consumes her soul.
The Sun replaces Her tongue with Her hoof, and kisses Twilight again. She prays directly into the mouth of the Goddess, overcome by love and adoration, overwhelmed with sensation.
Her hoof slows, then stops, and then She lies down besides Twilight. "Oh, What beautiful prayers..." She murmurs, but Twilight can't manage the energy to turn and look at Her. She can't even open her eyes.
"Rest, my precious one. We have much to discuss when you awaken."
